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What I have done,
I am satisfied in nature,
I embrace it freely;
Come, one for me.
You mock me, sir. Ham. No, by this hand, King. Give them the foils, young Osric.—Cousin
Hamlet, You know the wager ? Ham.
Very well, my lord; Your grace hath laid the odds o'the weaker side.
King. I do not fear it: I have seen you both:But since he's better'd, we have therefore odds.
Laer. This is too heavy, let me see another. Ham.. This likes me well: These foils have all a length ?
[They prepare to play, Osr. Ay, my good lord. King. Set me the stoups 8 of wine upon that
Ham. Come on, sir.
[They play. llam.
Judgment, Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit. Laer.
Well,-again. King. Stay, give me drink: Hamlet, this pearl is
thine ; Here's to thy health.-Give him the cup.
[Trumpets sound; and Cannon shot off within, Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by awhile. Come. Another hit; What say you? [They play.
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.
He's fat, and scant of breath. Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, 'rub thy brows: The queen carouses 2 to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Ham. Good madam,-
Gertrude, do not drink.
King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.
I do not think it.
[ Aside. Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes: You do but
I pray you, pass with
your best violence; I am afeard, you make a wanton3 of me.
Laer. Say you so ? come on. [They play.
2.Drinks good luck to you.
Osr. Nothing neither way.
(LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then, in scuf.
fling, they change Rapiers, and HAMLET
wounds LAERTES. King.
Part them, they are incens'd. Ham. Nay, come again. [The Queen falls. Osr.
Look to the queen there, ho! Hor. They bleed on both sides :-How is it, my
lord ? Osr. How is't, Laertes ? Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe,
Ham. How does the queen ?
She swoons to see them bleed. Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,- my dear
Hamlet! The drink, the drink;~I am poison’d! [Dies.
Hum. O villainy!-Ho! let the door be lock’d: Treachery! seek it out.
[LAERTEs falls. Laer. It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; No medicine in the world can do thee good, In thee there is not half an hour's life; The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Unbated,+ and envenom'd: the foul practice Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie, Never to rise again: Thy mother's poison'd; I can no more; the king, the king's to blame.
Ham. The point
4 The foil without a button, and poisoned point.
Envenom'd too!-Then, venom, to thy work.
[Stabs the King
He is justly serv'd;
Never believe it;
As thou'rt a man,
go; by heaven I'll have it.